Raising Octopus Juvenile

Cecil: This...

She didn't expect Lanney's curiosity to be so strong.

She listed in her mind the so-called ways of expressing intimacy of human beings, probably holding hands, hugging, and kissing.

Among these methods, the only thing suitable for Cecil and Lenny is to hold hands. Others are beyond the scope of owners and pets, Cecil does not intend to teach him.

She thought for a while, raised a hand, and said gently to Lanny: "Then teach you to hold hands."

Lanny observed her hand curiously: "Holding hands?"

"Put out your hand." Cecil instructed softly.

Lanny stretched out a hand obediently, like an obedient puppy.

Cecil felt that his heart was about to melt.

She wanted to rub Lanny's black and soft short hair, but reason made her endure it.

Don't rub his head without teaching anything, it will make him feel good.

Cecil warned himself from the bottom of his heart, and then continued to say to Lenny: "Next hold my hand."

Lanney's eyes were hazy and she looked dazed. He put his hand on the back of Cecil's ignorantly, and then wrapped it awkwardly and strangely.

"Hiss... it hurts." Cecil frowned suddenly and let out a low, painful cry.

Lanny immediately let go of his hand.

He looked at Cecil's hand and found that the delicate and white skin had become red.

Lanny was at a loss: "Cecile, are you hurt?"

Cecil rubbed the back of his hand and smiled soothingly, "It's okay, it just hurts."

Hearing this, Lanni pursed his lips slightly, and his blue eyes floated silently like a lake.

Cecil guessed that he might be guilty.

In the next second, Lanny said in a puzzled way: "Why do you hurt if I just touched it?"

Cecil: "..."

She really shouldn't have expected this guy's empathy.

She sighed helplessly, and then patiently explained: "Because I am very fragile, or... human beings are very fragile."

-to him.

Lanny looked at her seemingly, and suddenly poked her in the face.

"But you are not injured this time."

"..." Cecil couldn't laugh or cry, "it's not that fragile..."

Lanny: "?"

Seeing the other party's dazed but wet eyes, Cecil decided to explain more directly.

"Look, my hand is very red." She raised the pinched hand slightly to make sure Lanney wouldn't distract her.

"This shows that your strength just now was too great for me. So next time you hold my hand, you have to be careful, lighter, and control your strength, otherwise it will hurt me."

Lanny looked at her earnestly, her beautiful white face reflected in her blue eyes.

The girl's skin was like rose petals in the middle of the night, weak and vulnerable. As if not to hurt her, Lenny once again gently and carefully held Cecil's petite and slender hand, slowly pressing the palm of her hand against the back of her soft hand.

His movements were extremely light, as if he were dealing with extremely precious porcelain.

Cecil could feel his meticulousness, his caution. His slightly cool body was passed on to her, accompanied by the faint fragrance of roses, which reminded her of every moment of close contact with him just now.

He also touched her leg, although it was unconscious, without any sexual hints.

Cecil's heart rate increased slightly, but it calmed down quickly.

It's just the pet's intimacy with the owner, so you don't need to care about it.

She recovered and continued to instruct Lanny's movements: "Next, slide your fingers a little bit and hook my palms."

Lanni Yiyan clasped her palms, perfectly completing the most basic hand-in-hand movement.

Cecil was satisfied. Regardless of the strength or the angle, Lanny's holding hands are comfortable enough, so that she can't fault it.

She smiled softly, her cordial voice full of encouragement: "It's great, you have learned to hold hands now."

Hearing this, Lanney's eyes lit up suddenly, like two shining emeralds: "Is there a reward?"

Cecil: "...Well, this one."

She didn't dare to promise any rewards easily, what if the fellow Lanny wanted to eat her again.

She thought for a while, suddenly raised a hand, and gently rubbed the top of Lanney's soft curled hair.

"This is the reward."

"Hey—" Lanny dragged the ending sound dissatisfiedly, and cast his lips down like an unsatisfied child.

Cecil did not accommodate him anymore. She thought of Lanney's tentacles that could be broken off at will, and the curiosity in her heart had already risen unknowingly.

"Lanny, your one..." She put her green index finger to her lips, slowly considering the words, "...part of the body, can you show me?"

Lanney was immediately alert: "Are you going to be a junior again?"

Cecil: "..."

What is she doing for so many juniors.

"No..." Cecil curled his index finger uncomfortably and said in a low voice, "I'm just curious and want to take a closer look."

Lanny still stared at her suspiciously. Cecil was inexplicably guilty of being stared at, and couldn't help but look away secretly.

She really just wanted to take a closer look at the structure of the tentacles, she definitely didn't have the idea of ​​playing octopus balls.

Really do not have.

Lenny remained silent, and Cecil thought he didn't like the tentacles hidden by others. Just when Cecil was about to give up, Lenny spoke suddenly.

"I can show it to you, but you have to do another'hand in hand' with me."

Good guy, there are still conditions to be negotiated.

Cecil looked at his pure and calm expression, and wondered whether this guy pretended to be like this on purpose.

"Okay." She agreed without thinking, and then stretched out her hand to Lanny.

Lanny blinked and tentatively held her hand slowly.

This time he was able to control his power very well, and even scratched Cecil's palm gently without a teacher.

Cecil: "..."

This was the little trick she used to coax him before, but she didn't expect him to learn it so quickly.

Cecil felt a little itchy palms and a faint warmth on his face. She quickly withdrew her hand, and closed the dangling hair around her ears in a concealed manner.

"Well, should you show me this time?"

Lanny: "Yeah."

He did not withdraw his hand, still lowering his blue eyes, firmly wrapping Cecil's petite white hand. In the dimly lit room, there was gradually a fine and dense sound, and it was getting closer and closer like a surging tide. Cecil frowned slightly and looked around nervously.

"what sound?"

The invisible movement continued, and there were faint dark shadows on the ground. Cecil looked a little uneasy as these black shadows gathered under the window like a colony of flowing ants. The dark blue curtains were windless, revealing the scarlet and ferocious eyeballs outside the window little by little.

Cecil: "..."

A tentacle slammed out of the creeping shadow and penetrated the eyeball at a speed invisible to the naked eye. The eyeballs instantly turned into blood and splashed all over the floor with a crash.

Cecil: "..."

She seemed to have heard a sorrowful scream in her mind just now.

...It seems to be Stella's voice.

The weird eyeballs just disappeared. Cecil looked at the tentacle slowly fading into the shadows, and said uncertainly: "Is that Stella's eyes just now?"

Lanny raised his eyelashes: "Who is Stella?"

Cecil was startled.

The moment Lanni raised her eyes, she saw the coldness of inorganic matter in those Bicui's deep pupils. It seemed that the name Stella was just a tiny grain of gravel, without even leaving a trace in his memory.

Speaking of which...he does not seem to be interested in other things.

"Stella is my stepmother, haven't you met her?" Cecil explained tirelessly, and looked at Lenny expectantly.

I hope Lanny will not show a dazed expression. Although she is a good teacher, she still prefers positive feedback.

Speaking of the word "stepmother", Lanny seemed to finally have an impression.

"It turned out to be her." There was undisguised disgust on his face. "She is the ugly monster just now, so stinking."

Cecil: "..."

Actually said that a big beauty smelly, Ming Stella's body is very fragrant. But Cecil changed his mind. Maybe Lenny smelled the scent of Stella, so it seemed to make sense?

After all, Stella's body is a demon, it is understandable that it will smell.

Cecil stopped struggling with this question and thought of another thing—Alex said before that there was a huge eye staring at him in the academy—so, in fact, what he said was true?

That’s why Stella felt unwell that night and refused to see people...

Cecil gradually realized that he decided to question Stella tomorrow.

No, it's torture.

After cleaning up Stella, the peeking demon, Cecil couldn't help but rejoice: "Fortunately, she is now my servant, or she will die in her hands sooner or later."

"Servant?" Lanny's eyes flickered, and he looked over alertly.

"Um..." Cecil explained seriously, "She signed a master-servant contract with me. Now I am regarded as her master. In principle, she can't hurt me."

She didn't tell all the truth, but kept a part of it.

For example, the contract was forcedly concluded, and for example, she could not beat Stella at all—she only said the part that was beneficial to her.

Lenny was very upset. This emotion is very obvious on his beautiful and delicate face.

"Do you want me?" he asked.

"How come?" Cecil was slightly surprised.

"You said it yourself, you are now the owner of that stinky thing."

"..."

"Uh, I didn't mean that." Cecil wanted to laugh when he heard the word stinky, and was afraid of causing Lenny's dissatisfaction, so he had to try to hold back his smile, "Stella is a servant, you are a pet...friend , The servant is far worse than the friend."

She did not utter the word "pet", but replaced it with a more equal-sounding "friend".

"Really?" Lanny smiled, as if the cold and unhappy look just now was just Cecil's illusion, "Then can I eat her?"

Cecil: "...not for now."

She just got this demon for less than two hours, how could she turn her into Lanny's food? Wouldn't it be a big loss?

Lanny's face suddenly became cold: "Hey."

Cecil: "..."

She vaguely felt that compared to when she first met, Lanny's personality seemed a little worse.

Is there something wrong with her teaching? Cecil was puzzled.

The blood of the devil still remains on the curtains, crimson and black, like a corrupt **** flower. Cecil chanted a powerful decontamination spell, and a breeze blew across the curtains, and the blood on it disappeared.

Looking back, I saw Lannie's sad expression on his face.

Cecil: "..."

She felt a little uneasy, so she touched Lanny's soft black hair, and once again gently emphasized: "Never eat Stella."

"Um."

Lanney responded softly, her long black eyelashes drooping like a crow feather, and her head slightly lowered, revealing a soft and gentle scent.

—Definitely eat her.

He curled his lips silently.